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A Tale of Two Cities
‘I shall not go to bed till night; but I want a bedroom,
and a barber.’
‘And then breakfast, sir? Yes, sir. That way, sir, if you
please. Show Concord! Gentleman’s valise and hot water
to Concord. Pull off gentleman’s boots in Concord. (You
will find a fine sea-coal fire, sir.) Fetch barber to Concord.
Stir about there, now, for Concord!’
The Concord bed-chamber being always assigned to a
passenger by the mail, and passengers by the mail being
always heavily wrapped up from head to foot, the room
had the odd interest for the establishment of the Royal
George, that although but one kind of man was seen to go
into it, all kinds and varieties of men came out of it.
Consequently, another drawer, and two porters, and
several maids and the landlady, were all loitering by
accident at various points of the road between the
Concord and the coffee-room, when a gentleman of sixty,
formally dressed in a brown suit of clothes, pretty well
worn, but very well kept, with large square cuffs and large
flaps to the pockets, passed along on his way to his
breakfast.
The coffee-room had no other occupant, that
forenoon, than the gentleman in brown. His breakfasttable
was drawn before the fire, and as he sat, with its light
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